at the very first moment in Baltimore there was a thud
it was my great grandmother coming back to earth (levitate, negro
you could do it just breathe)
up to my chin in what I do not deserve
certainly there is a limit to the utility of Jesus
watch how I am to the touch
flaming off a rifle barrel
wherein I signal inspiration
in wound-up sclera and a ferocious cannonball
toward the rapt attention of the congregants
and raise up in testimony over this here